A Zen Master lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at
the foot of a mountain. One evening, while he was away,
a thief sneaked into the hut only to find there was nothing
in it to steal. The Zen Master returned and found him.
"You have come a long way to visit me," he told the
prowler, "and you should not return empty handed.
Please take my clothes as a gift." The thief was
bewildered, but he took the clothes and ran away.
The Master sat naked, watching the moon.
"Poor fellow," he mused,
" I wish I could give him this beautiful moon."
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